THIRD POV :

Inside the washroom, the click of the lock provided Arzoo with a momentary sanctuary. Standing before the large marble vanity, she looked at her reflection under the bright lights. Slowly, meticulously, she began to strip away the layers of her bridal persona. She unpinned the heavy gold necklaces that felt like chains around her throat, removed the heavy dangling earrings that had weighed down her ears for hours, and slid the numerous bangles off her bruised wrists, placing them carefully on the counter.